Before we left for Baja- I was having trouble with my 300mm lens jamming up on me.  I would go to push the shutter, and it wouldn’t fire.  I guess I was hoping that having it get tumbled around in the back of my truck for countless hours and on dirt road excursions, that it would fix itself- neh, not really..
I shot this image of JJ on Saturday March 27th.  We got there it was perfect; Head-high, moderate offshores, two dudes out, and lined up for days.  After I fired off this frame- he was completely covered up and came out virtually dry..This is one of the 13 frames that registered on my roll of Kodak E100G 36exp.  I was having to take the lens off the body virtually after every single shot- which was totally tweaking my tripod settings and my brain mentally.  Apologies for the crooked horizon line- super amateur, I know.
As for my jammed lens- it doesn’t really matter anymore, as I fully destroyed the body with sand/salt water.. epic times man.

(listen to Lynyrd Skynyrd’s “I need you”, “Workin’ for MCA”, “Simple Man”, & “Saturday Night Special”..)

Hole from bottom to deck- and through double 8oz. volan… them jetties be hungry!!!

SO JANED!!!

I am getting surgery today on my right little finger due to a bone cyst that has been residing (and eating away) inside of my bone.  Though it’s the pinky- it is honestly some of the most pain I have ever experienced thus far in life.  Yeah, go me- out of the water for 6 weeks, at which time I have another surgery on my neck due to skin cancer.  Basically, I won’t be able to surf until 2010.  FML.

I can’t resist- this is just absolutely ridiculous, and I can hardly believe this even happened…

So last night my roommate, (a ’surf’ photographer that doesn’t surf…) called the police on me around 10:40p because I was listening to music in my bedroom and editing images from this weekend, and him and his retarded girlfriend couldn’t sleep (kinda like how I can’t ever sleep- imagine that?!).  Little baby boy couldn’t handle things himself, like a grown adult- so he resulted to having an officer of the law come over, into my own bedroom, and ask me to turn my music down and close my door (mind you, my music was not even ‘loud’, honestly).  I apologized to the officer for having to come out for such an absurd reason, and wholeheartedly meant it.  Seriously?  We’re going to waste an officers time (and the CA taxpayers, at that) to have him come over to my bedroom to ask me something that my 23 year old roommate couldn’t handle himself?  Super douche move.  Especially considering I’m awakened nearly EVERY SINGLE NIGHT to slamming doors, him fighting with his mentally retarded girlfriend, drunken stupidity, and various drugged out nonsense during all hours of the night (lately, it’s been around 2:20a till about 4a, rad huh?).  Man, I wish I would have thought of that when he was busy in his bedroom doing cocaine/xanex all night long- that would have ruled.  But then again- I have dignity, and handle situations like a grown ass man, not like a 5 year old helpless little child crying for attention.  Here little boy, here is some attention- an entire blog post dedicated to you, your utter disrespect, and moronic decisions.  So stoked I got you your dead end job as an assistant studio photographer at Fox Racing, you’re welcome :)   Jealousy and insecurity is a total bitch, isn’t it little child?  Enjoy that, oh, and do more super addictive drugs too…it’s totally helping your thought process; Obviously.
So if you want to move in with a total under-motivated douche bag/drug addict/alcoholic, my room should be available at the end of the month.  Trust me, living here is quite possibly the shittiest living experience I have ever entered into.  It comes fully equipped with two girls that don’t pay rent, yet use all the houses amenities and live here full time, a front door that gets left wide open daily (?!), and another full blown retard.  Disrespect is an understatement.  There isn’t a word in the english language to describe this ‘harmonious’ living situation.

Oh yeah, and this is a picture of a bulletin board above my desk  (Click to enlarge).

inland, puking my guts out- literally. bummerfest2009.

“Test me- test me, Why don’t You arrest Me?” – Jerry.

“…you into a hip trip, maybe hipper than hip.“

I honestly have no idea what happened to the blog portion of my site the other day…  the whole data base thing?  yeah, don’t ask.
enjoy_

:L